We drove to the villa. We were met by the owner's wife. She led me to show the room. The door smelled of basement cold. But the room, really, in some respects pulled on the chic.
Despite the fact that the hotel is directly above the road, the night was completely quiet, so we slept well. I got up early to meet the dawn. But alas! Here the sun did not rise because of Ella Rock, but from somewhere on the left, so there is no beautiful view here.
Initially, I planned to limit myself to a tour of the beaches south of Unawatuna, because last time I took the train ride. And I swore and swore that I would never go to the center of the island again.